My pocket is empty

Mu pocket is full

But nobody must know.

Everything small comes with me

And chocolate, candies and notes

Arrange in a new tribe.

The lab is food-free,

A condition incompatible with life.

The lab feeds your mind,

But who feeds your belly?

The Hunger of knowledge

Turns into Hunger of carbon.

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